116 A New Toy to Play.

Justin was walking along the corridor, and the students whom he saw on the way, immediately tried to hide either in the nearest classroom, or merge with the wall to become invisible.

The guy was furious. A neckerchief with a skull and Justin's eyes glowing with anger would complete a great image of a necromancer if he were one. And no one wanted to become a victim of his murderous gaze.

The meeting with the professor was disgusting. Not only did Evans kill more than half an hour to find the right office, but the principled teacher decided to spoil the guy's mood with a meaningless task.

He had to write a report on the scientific work of some especially gifted students! Moreover, the man said that the results of some competition would depend on Justin's opinion! You might think he cares about these contests!

He glanced at the two folders of documents in his hand and grimaced in annoyance.